When I was still at my job, I felt burned out at the end of every day. In the beginning I used to write when I could, but it turned into more work on top of already exhausting work. For the majority of my time I wasn’t doing any writing outside of this blog at all. It made me feel like I had gone across the ocean, studied for three years, chased my passion, and it was all for nothing. I was doing a job I didn’t enjoy and kept working just for the money. I saw myself growing old there, maybe becoming the assistant manager in five years, the manager in ten years, and I saw a future where working retail would become my life. And it scared the hell out of me. So I left.

I had planned three posts for each of the past three days, but they all fell through. I’m very sorry and will post twice today to make up for it. Hopefully, things will look up next week.

On Wednesday I had to choose my modules for my third and final year of university. What??? I thought I just started university, like, three days ago! Now I’m planning my last year?

I am in no way prepared to finish school. A lot of the courses for next year sound amazing and I can’t wait for them, but what do I do after it’s all over? When will I see my friends again afterward? What will I do?

Don’t. Just stay home and drink hot chocolate happily knowing you ordered everything online a month ago. Otherwise you’ll end up with less than a week until Christmas and less than half your list checked off, like me. And you’ll be cursing your own stupidity as you navigate a crowded mall and wait in crazy mile-long lines because this could all have been avoided.